
Iâll confess iâm skipping past a lot of Christmas films for this recap, because iâd seen most of them before and those memories are blanketed in a thick fog of advocaat and chocolate. Nevertheless: hereâs â if not all â most of the things iâve watched over the past couple of months.
The Wizard of Oz (1939)
Perhaps iâm being unfair to a film thatâs a rounding error away from a century old, but this was nightmarish in the literal sense. A terrifying parade of disconnected events where things just happen without rhyme or reason. By the end of it, i just wanted to wake up. (2/10)
Conclave (2024)
âIf there was only certainty and no doubt, there would be no mystery. And therefore no need for faith. Let us pray that God will grant us a Pope who doubts.â
Perfectly hits that Twelve Angry Men nerve in my brain. What i love about this, apart from the truly devious vape hits, is that rather than some grandiose, ancient, mysterious cabal, the Catholic Church is treated as exactly what it is: the worldâs oldest bureaucracy.1 (10/10)
Nosferatu (2024)
âI have seen things in this world that would make Isaac Newton crawl back into his mother's womb!â
Iâm playing a dangerous game here, because i watched this on the first of January, 2025 â meaning that, once again, thereâs a good chance that my âfavourite film of 2025â will have come out in 2024. Not that iâm complaining.
Robert Eggers hits it out of the park again in this incredible adaptation of an adaptation of Dracula. Visually, itâs immaculate, drenched in chiaroscuro, the Count himself heralded by a sudden desaturation to bluish silver. The actors bring their A-game all around: Nicholas Hoult, perpetually an up-and-comer, seems finally to be breaking out, and having long forgotten the trailers, the midway appearance of Willem Dafoe was a most welcome surprise. Plus, despite owing her career to a surname, Lily-Rose Depp brings it all to a role that in a lesser actorâs hands could have been yet another generic traumatised wife.
Tl;dr: Donât go to Romania. (10/10)
Brazil (1985)
I have such a loveâhate relationship with Terry Gilliam. His films are so inventive, so wonderful, in theory, everything i love. But theyâre always coated in this layer of grime and ugliness that brings them down for me. Here, he finally puts it to good use, building a horrifyingly relatable surreal dystopia thatâll make any Brit whoâs ever had to deal with the welfare system cry-laugh in how true it all is. Have you got a 27B/6? Iâm a bit of a stickler for paperwork⌠(8/10)
Heretic (2024)
Talk about wasted potential. Heretic starts out brilliant â two Mormon missionaries are trapped in the house of a Reddit atheist, played marvellously by Hugh Grant, who knows how to make every conversation drip with tension. If it was just two hours of uncomfortable theological arguments, iâd be strapped in.
But, nope! The third act starts, they go into his eeeeevil basement, and thereâs a creeeepy emaciated woman talking in cryptic breathy half-sentences!!! Are you scared yet??? (4/10)
Better Man (2024)
I forgot i saw this and had to quickly retract the blog post and edit it back in, which says just about all you need to know. Itâs pretty good, and the monkey gimmickâs fun, but iâm not itching to rewatch it any time soon. (5ž/10)
Severance, season 2 (2025)
We are so fucking back. Ben Stiller and company havenât missed a single step in the three-year-long gap. Iâm tearing my hair out trying to figure out the mysteries over here!
The Name of the Rose (1986)
The main message i got from this was reinforcement that the mediĂŚval era is, indeed, the least interesting (to me) of the three broad ages of history. Still, thereâs stuff to like here: Sean Connery is always great, and there are so many weird-ass little guys in the monastery that you have to begrudgingly love the energy. (5/10)
The Zone of Interest (2023)
âI wasn't really paying attention⌠I was too busy thinking how i would gas everyone in the room.â
Behold, the antiâSchindlerâs List: a quiet family drama where the head of the family just so happens to be the KZ-Kommandant of Auschwitz.
The magicâs in the sound. We never get to see what goes on behind the walls of the camp, but the implication is enough. Stacks of smoke. The noise of industry. Yelling of orders. Screams of pain. Itâs enough to make anyone throw up. The musicâs no respite: John Williams this ainât; what little there is is harsh, discordant, pained.
Sandra HĂźller is incredible as the commandantâs wife, a woman who cares much more about the stability of their marriage and financial security than anything her husband might be doing for a living. Thereâs a chilling conversation where her and her friends, gathered round for tea, chat idly about the clothes of liquidated Jews they won at auction.
Still, itâs a little disjointed; some fragments and branches never quite meet back up with the main trunk of the film. Itâs a hard thing to rate⌠but letâs say (7/10).